Sophie 10.
I’m going to fucking scream!
I have had more food and drink spilled on me than when my cousins were first eating solids.
I slam my guestroom door closed and rip off my leggings and tunic.
As soon as I’m alone, or my meal companions are distracted, a server “accidentally” covers me in something edible.
And not in any kind of fun way. I don’t say anything, because I know the game they are playing and I won’t feed their need for drama.
I just excuse myself and change or use my napkin to cover it up.
I can only assume by their souring moods and Dario’s continued piss-poor attitude that he isn’t giving them the attention they want from him… and I’m not sure how I feel about that.
Is he not fucking them because of me? Do I care if that’s what is going on?
I think I might. Dammit.
Cleaned up and in fresh clothing, I open my door and begin the trek to the entertainment room to play Overcooked with Oleg and Bembe. We’ve converted him, bringing him over to the cooked side.
As I pass the hall to Dario’s office, I find him barreling toward me. I barely have a moment to brace myself before he lifts me up and carries me back up the stairs toward my room. He detours, going in the other direction and I realize with a start he’s taking me to his private quarters.
“Put me down. Dario. Put me down right now.”
He sets me down outside the double doors and crowds me against the wall. His nostrils flare, his face partially hidden by shadows. His chest brushes against mine, teasing my hardened nipples with every tortured breath that fills his lungs.
“I can’t do this anymore, mi tentación (my temptation).
” He dips his head, his mouth opening around my throat, his teeth scraping the skin before he starts sucking.
I moan, tilting my head to the side automatically.
His hands latch onto my waist before roaming over my ribs, down my thighs and finally settling on my ass.
The feel of his cock, hard and demanding against my stomach, snaps me back to reality and I push him back.
He stumbles a few steps, clearly surprised.
“No.” God, if Tovah ever hears about this she will castrate me. I can hear her now, If you ain’t using that prime pussy, then you don’t need it. Give it to someone more deserving! The less fortunate need sex too.
Dario stares at me for several seconds, his jaw hardening as his eyes narrow. “FUCK! You want me, I can smell your juicy cunt from here.” Well, that’s rude. He cups himself with a shallow thrust of his hips. “I obviously want you. What the fuck is the problem?”
How easy men make it for us.
I stand to my full height, straighten my clothing and blank my expression. His head rears back at whatever he sees.
“I’ve seen the way the women here look at you. I’ve heard them prattle on about your attributes. I have had all manner of drink and food spilled on me; I’m running out of clothing! They touch you, caress you, flutter their lashes, and all but lay down in front of you and spread eagle.”
“I don’t want them. I want you!”
“But you don’t. You want me now. You want the bright shiny toy that won’t play with you. You say you want me, but you let them touch you.”
“So, you’re jealous?” He laughs and I clench my fists so I don’t haul off and punch him in the fucking mouth. “Playing hard to get?”
I drop my head back and release a humorless chuckle.
“Not playing hard to get, not trying to change you, Dario. I’m being honest with myself.
” He’s not getting it. “I will NOT be your mistress.” His expression drains of humor.
“I will NOT live amongst the hordes of women who know exactly what your cock looks like, how it tastes, how long it takes you to cum. I’m not interested in someone else’s sloppy 93rds.
I am a princess of the Kosher Nostra. I am not a mistress; I am a God damned gift and will be treated as such. ”
The air around us charges with electricity, the fine hairs on my body standing on end like right before lightning strikes.
“Fucking hell, Sophie. You’re God damned right you are.
” In an instant, he’s across the hall, attacking my mouth.
His hands grip the open collar of my tunic and rip it apart, my bra doesn’t stand a chance, and then my panties and leggings are thrown somewhere behind him, all the while his tongue tangling with mine.
Dario wraps his big hands around my thighs and lifts.
My back against the wall, he shifts his hips and then he’s surging inside me.
“Oh God!” I’ve never felt so full before.
He’s too big and the perfect size and not enough at once.
He stretches me, but when he starts a punishing pace, the discomfort of it is nothing compared to the way he batters something deep inside me with every rough thrust of his hips.
My head bounces, hitting the wall behind me, my legs over his elbows spreading me as wide as I can go.
I have no warning as my climax bursts, painful pleasure drowning my every nerve ending as he continues to fuck me hard.
He drops me to wobbly legs and turns me around.
I rest my cheek on the wall and cry out once more when he enters me from behind.
He’s bigger like this, but my body doesn’t protest, it just produces more slick juices to ease his way as I take everything he gives me.
He grunts and groans in my ear, his fingers bruising my soft hips.
Dario bites my shoulder and I fall into another climax I am ill-equipped to handle.
I thrash and scream, pounding my fists into the wall.
Something rattles and crashes to the floor but I’m too busy trying to stay conscious to look.
He takes me to my knees on the hard tile of the hallway.
Pushing the back of my head until I’m face down and ass up, his gargantuan cock never leaving the welcoming cocoon of my pussy.
He hammers that spot from a different angle, and my body feels like it’s on fire.
His hands on my thighs, the fabric of his dress shirt abrading my back.
“Dario! I can’t—”
“You fucking can, you hot little bitch. You’re gonna take whatever I give you because you want it.” I do. I really, really do.
He pulls me upright, his hands swallowing my tits, using his grip on them as leverage. His pace quickens and I’m barely hanging on. My body feels heavy, my tits tingle, and my chest constricts. I need air, I need a break, I need to cum again.
When his fingers dance across my clit, my hips swivel and I start fucking back, driving him impossibly deeper.
“Fuck. Fuck. Dios mio.” I close my eyes, embrace the swelling of his cock, and the warmth that floods me from his release and tip into one more climax, this one softer but still incredibly intense.
He slows our movements, his hands on my hips, then wrapping around my belly.
Dario rests his chin on my shoulder, his harsh breathing in my ears.
I can’t believe…I’ve never had…what was that?
Is that what it’s supposed to be like? We have explosive chemistry, I should have expected, though I didn’t know sex like that existed.
Transcendent. I told him how I felt and he still wanted me.
My lips tip into a serene smile as I bask in the afterglow of epic orgasms and the closeness between us.
“I am the leader of El Fuego de los Muertos.” His tone is different, harder, less…
human. No, less humane. My stomach drops and I blink my eyes open.
I’m in the hallway of the compound of a mafia boss, naked and impaled on his cock.
What have I done? I’m so fucking stupid.
Tovah can take the pussy, I don’t want it anymore.
“I take a wife, show affection to a woman longer than it takes me to nut, I am weak in everyone’s eyes. I can’t afford that vulnerability.”
There is a finality to his words, but I don’t think it’s what he intended. He thinks his little speech will keep me in line, play the mistress, the plaything while I’m here. He fucked me with an expiration date already in mind.
I shift, his softening cock falling from my body, his warm seed following behind.
I force myself to stand, rolling my eyes as the proof of my stupidity drips down my thighs.
I turn on my heel, fight the urge to cry.
He didn’t even undress. He’s fully clothed, tucking his satisfied cock back into his dress pants.
With a deep inhale, I open my eyes and stare down at him.
His brows slant as he takes in my expression.
It’s blank, except I can feel my eyes burning with anger. At him, but more at myself.
Doesn’t stop me from slapping him across his handsome face.
“You will get me a Plan B or morning after pill.” My voice is flat.
“Aren’t you on birth control?” As if his transgressions are my fault.
“You know, I was, but it’s funny when someone kidnaps you they don’t allow you to grab the essentials.
” I bend slightly bringing our faces closer.
“I was a captive for a fucking month, Diaz, and you didn’t use a condom.
You will also have a physician draw blood and test me for STD’s. I’ve seen where your dick has been.”
While his mouth gapes and a red flush suffuse his neck and face, I sidestep him and stride down the hallway naked and leaking cum back to my borrowed bedroom.
I have to shower quickly and dress for the THIRD time today. I’m late meeting Oleg and Bembe. I’ll apologize and hope Oleg doesn’t press too hard.
I’ll miss them and Desi and the others, but I can’t wait to go home.